*Sigh* I’m not feeling super proud of myself in the motherhood department right now. Don’t get all huffy and call CPS yet either……..I didn’t “forget” to feed the kids or “encourage” them to “play” in heavy oncoming traffic. Just hear me out for a second. Monchichi, my delicate child, will forever invoke in me the…
Reading is Overrated….Trust Me, I’m a Teacher
“Brown Bear, Brown Bear, what do you see?” “I see Monchichi coming towards me.” “Monchichi, Monchichi, what do you see?” “I see a sucker, I mean Mommy, smiling at me.” “Mommy, Mommy what do you see?” “I see the same damn book he’s bringing to me.” “What’s wrong Mommy, you don’t seem happy?” “I’m gonna…
It’s Not You, It’s Me
Dearest Target: It brings me great pain to have to write this letter to you. I would have preferred to do it in person, but I couldn’t be sure that I would be able to contain my emotions, or my wallet. We have to break-up. It’s not you. It’s me. I just can’t restrain myself…
This Too Shall Pass……..Right?
You think it won’t happen to you. Then, in the middle of the morning, when he should be at work, your husband shows up at the park and you know. He’s lost his job. At 10:05 a.m. I was still blissfully unaware. By 10:33 I was sobbing like a child, hiding behind a tree, so…
Apologies and Such
It’s been a whole week since I blogged and so I would like to make some swift yet sincere apologies, to you dear readers, because I know how much you rely on my blog to get you through your boring and mundane lives. How am I doing so far? On behalf of my MIL, who…
Diluted Catholicism
When you have four generations of Polish-Catholics on any given Sunday together in the same house, you are quickly made aware of the stark differences in how your grandmother, your mother, you, and your own children have been raised and reared in the Catholic religion. And you begin to notice, how with each generation, your…
He’s Just That Into Me
When I first met my husband at an upscale bar and grill over eight years ago, I waited until he was overcome with love and lust before I broke the bad news: “I’m Polish.” “Huh?”After days of eyelash batting (him) and heavy breathing (him again), I decided to broach the subject once more, this time…